Poem by Washington Allston

Boyhood

AH, then how sweetly closed those crowded days!
The minutes parting one by one like rays,
    That fade upon a summer's eve. 
But O, what charm or magic numbers
Can give me back the gentle slumbers
    Those weary, happy days did leave? 
When by my bed I saw my mother kneel,
    And with her blessing took her nightly kiss; 
    Whatever Time destroys, he cannot this;-- 
E'en now that nameless kiss I feel. 

1. Myrtilla
2. The Paint-Kings
3. To a Lady Who Spoke Slightingly of Poets
4. Sonnet (Oh, now I feel as though another sense)
5. Sonnet (How vast, how dread, overwhelming is the thought)

Madison Cawein Boyhood ("O Days that hold us; and years that mold us!")

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